Capítulo 4: A Naked Feast
"What? Melissa has always been this hot and somehow I've never noticed?" Bruce thought to himself with his eyes fixed on her red lips and how lovely she'd packed her hair.
"You're late!" Bruce said with a face devoid of lust or admiration. If there was an art Bruce had mastered, it was thinking too much and saying so little.
Melissa felt ashamed of herself in a way hearing Bruce say this instead of a compliment or anything else.
"Why did he ask me here?" Melissa thought to herself as she thought of a reply to give him.
"Sit!" Bruce said to the disoriented Melissa as he pointed to the chair just opposite him.
Melissa stared at him with admiration but she felt awkward that he didn't seem to do that or anything subtly close in return. She contemplated walking out of here with whatever amount of pride she still had in her.
"Here. You're sweating." Bruce said as he extended his white handkerchief to her to wipe her face.
Melissa collected it and saw this as nothing more than a polite gesture with nothing else implied by Bruce. While she patted the sweat from her forehead, Bruce stole glances at her curves, her neck and her hair in lightyears speed as he didn't want her catching him in the act.
"Thank you." Melissa said as she wondered whether to return the handkerchief to him or not. Bruce caught up on her indecisiveness and helped her out. "You can keep it. It's yours now. After all, it's only just a couple thousand dollars."
"What?" Melissa screamed in her head as she wondered why he'd have a handkerchief that expensive and she'd used it to clean her sweat.
The flirty waitress returned and this time, she'd unbuttoned her shirt a step lower, highlighting her cleavage purposefully to seduce Bruce as she handed him his water and smiled openly at him not minding Melissa's presence.
Melissa was annoyed, although she knew she had no right to be, but she couldn't keep this to herself.
"Can I have the menu, please?" Melissa said to the waitress who was too busy throwing herself on Bruce unapologetically.
"Yeah, sure." She said as she turned from Bruce and glared condescendingly at Melissa while handing her the menu.
"I'll be having a beef Tenderloin with Duchess Potatoes and white Asparagus." Bruce said to her as he dropped the menu in his hands.
"A salad and a chicken is fine for me." Melissa said, triggering a slight chuckle from the waitress who considered her to have a poor taste and average choice.
"Okay. I'll be right back." She said as she advanced to the kitchen outpost to relay the order.
Melissa wore a slight frown as anger from the waitress' subtle remarks got to her.
"I'm glad you're here, Melissa. I'm sure some guy somewhere would have preferred to be on my end of the table, but that can't happen because they can't afford this place." Bruce said fluently with a warm face as he looked at her.
Melissa admired the first half of his sentence and was irritated by the rest which felt rather pompous of him to say.
"Who the fuck does he think he is?" Melissa thought to herself and without much intention, she let out a scoff which she'd have rather kept to herself.
Bruce was back to the e-magazine on his phone and anything Melissa could have said was not his concern. He was scrolling through the pictures of the most recent Paris Fashion Week and he saw this catalogue as nothing more than Tinder where he swiped in search of some models he had not seen before, or some he found intriguing enough to pursue with lust being his driving force.
Half an hour passed and their orders had arrived, so he locked his phone and picked up his cutlery to bask in his meal. He looked up to Melissa's face who was clearly bored and looked hopelessly at the food before her.
"You know that salad won't eat itself.. nothing ever eats themselves, people do." Bruce said to her with a flirty expression and an even hotter pitch. For Melissa, this experience was all in slow motion as she watched his lusciously carved lips and his stubbles and envied how well they fit on his face.
"Don't you ever feel a little weird about eating it naked?" Melissa asked as she looked at his face.
"Did she just flirt right back?" Bruce thought to himself as he let out a flirty brief laugh and stared more deeply into her eyes.
"I'd like to think there's no better way to eat it than naked."
Melissa had not caught up on the whole conversation being flirty, dirty and wild until she saw his face lighting up and his tongue dancing around his lips while he spoke.
"Oh, no! Melissa, what have you done?" She thought to herself as she searched for a way to end this before it escalated any further. She picked up her fork, gathered a huge load of salad and pushed it into her mouth till she couldn't speak.
Bruce took this as a cue to get back to his food as a smile was still on his cheeks while he chewed.
"Ei menino. I looked around the room for you." Georgina said as she touched Bruce's shoulders and looked right at his face with a smile.
"What is happening?" Melissa thought to herself. "This girl had the body of a model and the voice of an angel and now she is throwing herself at him, too?" She thought to herself, reminding herself about why she didn't stand a chance.
"Hi. Mind if I sit there?" Georgina said to Melissa with an irresistible smile that Melissa cowardly gave into without protesting.
"Sure..I was just leaving." Melissa said as she got up from the chair and held her bag tightly with a disappointed countenance as she was about to walk away.
"You don't have to leave, Melissa." Bruce said to Melissa who courteously waved at him.
"Thank you for dinner. See you at the office tomorrow." Melissa said with all politeness as she left.
"You know you didn't have to do that." Bruce said with a rigid face towards Georgina.
"Hello? You invited me here, darling." Georgina replied sassily as she picked up a salad from Melissa's plate with the fork.
Bruce was irritated by her and he was doing just a decent job at hiding that.
"So, your place or my place?" Georgina asked with her brows raised and her hands sliding under the table, towards the middle of his slightly opened legs.
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